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Wednesday, February 1, 2017

I had a dream that was quite intense, what stuck out were three words... HEMOSTYLIC DYLATIC UNIT, I woke put them into my iphone notes and fell back to sleep. I didn't know what it was once I woke but I rarely get words in the dream state I remember. I post this in case this is some piece of data someone else needs, or I need for myself later.

Terran to Denice: Got these words in a dream the other night. I found no Google hit on them. Does Stan X know what this is? "HEMOSTYLIC DYLACTIC UNIT"? I have no idea what this device is!

Stan X: DEAR ONE/TERRAN. THE DEVICE IS AN INSTRUMENT FOR BUILDING COMMUNICATIONS TECHNOLOGY. IT WAS USED DURING THE ATLANTIAN PERIOD. DATA COLLECTORS. STAN.X. END.

Terran: "Building" as in houses or building as [in the sense of] manufacturing/constructing?

Stan X: DEAR ONE/TERRAN. THE DEVICE IS USED IN THE PROCESS OF CONSTRUCTING COMMUNICATIONS TECHNOLOGY. TO ALIGN CRYSTALS WITH MAGNETICS AND OTHER RESONANCE MATERIALS. DATA COLLECTORS. STAN.X. END.

DEAR LITTLE ONE, RELEASE YOUR SHAME (A LETTER FROM A FATHER TO A CHILD)
By Dr Kellly Flannigan

Dear Little One,

You have not been perfect. Far from it.

Do you remember the time you crept downstairs while everyone was sleeping and snuck the Kool-Aid from the refrigerator? Do you remember how, when you got caught, you lied and said you didn’t do it? You’ve punished yourself for that transgression for long enough. You are forgiven. Release your shame.You are not the poor decisions you sometimes make.

Do you remember the time you accidentally brought home someone else’s homework, feared getting into trouble for making a mistake, and stuffed the homework beneath our house, where you thought no one would find it? You’ve lived in fear long enough. Release your shame.

You are not the things you do when you are most afraid.

Do you remember the bullies on the playground? You were trying to figure out how to become a man, and with every bruise, you doubted more and more if you could become one. The bruises on your skin became bruises on your heart. Your skin has healed—it is time now for your heart to heal, too. Release your shame.

You are not defined by the bruises you’ve picked up along the way.

Do you remember when you became the bully? Do you remember how you teased that poor, sad, lonely kid on the playground? You’ve wounded people. This is true. But the shame you’ve felt about it is a wound that festers, infecting you and everyone around you. Release your shame.

You are not the desperate things you’ve done in order to belong.

Do you remember all the subtle ways you’ve arrogantly looked down upon your peers? I get it. You think you’re fighting for a spot in a very tiny winner’s circle. You’ve fallen into the same trap as the rest of us. You are forgiven. Release your arrogance, which is really just another guise for your shame.